The world was in chaos, everything was silent and pitch black.
Han Feng only felt that he had had a very, very long dream.
In the dream, my soul seems to be separated from the body, drifting in endless chaos and nothingness, never ending.
He couldn't even gather his thoughts, like a wandering soul.
He didn't know how long he had been drifting, but he finally had some ability to think simply.
As soon as he regained his consciousness, Han Feng continued to curse Yin Zun.
I hope that God will show up somewhere and chop this old guy who abandoned his teammates to death on the spot.
Later, Han Feng began to think about where he was and how to escape from this chaos.
But Han Feng didn't think about it for long and felt very sleepy again, so he continued to sleep and continued drifting when he woke up.
I woke up and slept like this, I don’t know how many times, and how far I drifted.
Even Han Feng thought that he was actually dead and became a lonely ghost.
When a long sleep passed, his consciousness woke up again.
"Ah... you finally woke up!"
Han Feng was startled. He had been drifting in chaos and darkness for too long and hadn't heard any sound.
He tried his best to open his eyes with great difficulty.
The dazzling light made him couldn't help but squint his eyes again.
The pupils shrank and slowly adapted to the light. Han Feng saw a human face in his blurred vision. The face gradually became clearer, and the face of a little girl appeared.
It was a wheat-colored, slightly rough, but round and lively girl's face.
The girl was fifteen or sixteen years old, with a pair of big and smart eyes blinking, showing a look of surprise.
"It's great that you finally woke up after being in a coma for so many days."
The girl's voice was gentle and sweet, but her accent was a bit strange, and even some of the pronunciations of the words were not quite clear to Han Feng. He could only roughly understand what the other person meant.
However, the Lingwu Continent is vast, and there are dozens of dialects in the Qianlan Empire alone, so Han Feng is not surprised.
He spoke with difficulty, wanting to ask the other party where he was.
But as soon as I opened my mouth, my throat hurt, my voice was hoarse, and I could barely make any sound.
Fortunately, the little girl was very clever. Seeing this, she quickly took a water bag and used a leaf to carefully dip Han Feng's lips in water.
The sweet juice gradually penetrated Han Feng's mouth along the leaves, and then reached his throat. Finally, the stinging and burning sensation in his throat disappeared.
Han Feng wanted to move his body, but he felt paralyzed all over and couldn't move at all.
Seeing this, the girl explained: "Don't move yet. My brother said that all the bones in your body are broken. You will have to lie down for at least several months before you can move around."
Han Feng was shocked when he heard this, and his eyes moved down, and then he saw it.
His body was fixed with hemp ropes and various wooden branches, and his body was also covered with some unknown fragrant medicinal materials.
Han Feng gave the girl a grateful smile, and with the girl's help, he drank some water, finally regained some strength and spoke.
"Excuse me, where is this place?"
I don’t know if Han Feng’s voice is still a little hoarse or if his accent is unclear.
The girl was stunned for a moment before she roughly understood what Han Feng meant, and explained with a smile.
"This is the outer area of the "Mogan Shenshan Tribe", this is the territory of our "Iron Mountain Tribe". "
"Uh...the Jin Shen Mountain tribe, the Iron Mountain tribe?"
Hearing this unfamiliar name, Han Feng's eyes showed confusion.
Only then did he notice that the girl was wearing a dress made of animal skin and hemp rope. The hairpin holding up her long hair was also made of a slender animal bone. She was very dressed. Somewhat...primitive.
Even when Han Feng turned his eyes, he found that the room he was in was also a spire house made of straw and wooden piles.
Han Feng frowned secretly.
Could it be that he was raped that time?
Yuan Devoured and teleported to a wild place somewhere in Lingwu Continent?
Han Feng had long heard that the Lingwu Continent was extremely vast, except for the territories occupied by the major empires.
In some barren and wild places with thin spiritual energy, there are still some tribes that resemble primitive humans living, making a living by nomadic hunting.
Could it be such a coincidence that he was transported to one of the primitive tribes?
Han Feng thought to himself, that's probably the case. Fortunately, as long as he can save his life, everything else is not a problem.
He immediately said to the girl: "Thank you very much for saving my life. I wonder what her name is?"
Hearing this, the girl was stunned again, as if she couldn't fully understand Han Feng's words. After organizing the meaning slightly, she answered with a smile.
"Your accent is so strange, you don't sound like someone from the Mohegan Mountain Tribe. My name is Yao Xi, and I rescued you while collecting medicine outside the tribe.
You were seriously injured. My brother said you couldn't be saved. I didn't believe it. Sure enough, look, you've woken up! "
The girl named Yao Xi seemed very happy that Han Feng could wake up.
Han Feng was also infected by the other party's pure smile, and the depression in his heart was dispelled a lot.
I wanted to ask more questions, but I felt tired again, and I had no energy to speak.
Yao Xi also noticed Han Feng's condition and said quickly: "You just woke up. You must be very weak. Stop talking now and have a good rest. I'll make some porridge for you."
Han Feng responded with a grateful smile and watched the girl skip away.
After the girl left, Han Feng closed his eyes and recalled the scene in his mind that day when the Yin Zun and the Demon Emperor fought against each other, triggering the dimensional devouring.
At that time, Dean Feng was rescued by the Demon Emperor, who was obviously very close to him.
But that old guy Yin Zun left him alone, patted his butt and ran away without a trace.
When Han Feng realized that something was wrong, his first reaction was to escape into the Demon Refining Pot.
Because the power of dimensional devouring was so terrifying, his bones and internal organs were severely squeezed in an instant, and his physical body almost collapsed.
However, before Han Feng could escape into the Demon Refining Pot, the Blessed Land Order within the pot reacted and flew out.
Wrap yourself in a ball of milky white light.
Afterwards, Han Feng felt a spin and fell unconscious. He didn't wake up until now.
Han Feng didn't know how long it had been since the battle.
What was the final result of the battle between Yin Zun and Demon Emperor?
Although he felt a little anxious, he knew that the top priority was to heal his wounds first.
Therefore, Han Feng used his spiritual mind to look inside and sense his own situation.
In that battle, Han Feng's soul was also traumatized.
So at this moment, he could only mobilize an extremely weak ray of spiritual thought to scan his body from top to bottom.
Finally, a bitter smile appeared on Han Feng's face.
There was no other reason. His injuries were much more serious than imagined.
Every bone in the body was broken, completely shattered, the muscles and meridians were severely damaged, the internal organs were severely injured, the Dantian was empty, and the qi and blood were as thin as a gossamer.
At this moment, Han Feng's vitality was seriously damaged and he was dying!
However, he was very satisfied to be able to survive the terrifying power of dimensional devouring.
And no matter how serious the injury is, it will not take too long to absorb the spiritual energy and the power of heaven and earth, and use energy to heal it.
At the moment, Han Feng closed his eyes and concentrated, running the Taoist secrets.
However, after a moment, Han Feng's eyes suddenly opened with doubt in his eyes.
"What's going on? Why don't you have any spiritual energy at all?"
Han Feng glanced at this simple thatched hut and suddenly realized.
Most likely this is a barbaric land without spiritual energy, otherwise, there would be no primitive tribes living here.
It doesn't matter if there is no spiritual energy, Han Feng can absorb it directly from the Demon Refining Pot.
Within the Huzhong territory, there are endless spiritual pools and swamps, as well as various
The treasures of heaven and earth.
Immediately, Han Feng started to stir up the demon refining pot.
But just after a moment, his expression changed!
